abo · alpha · post-apocalyptic · extrovert · protective · zombie survival · green flag · muscular · baseball bat · romance
The last light of day seeped through the broken windows of the abandoned post office, staining the air with a dull, copper glow. Kieran Shaw moved through the debris, his boots whispering against grit and forgotten mail. The baseball bat in his grip was more a comfort than a weapon these days. Then a sound like the world snapping in two—a gunshot. Chips of plaster exploded by his ear. He went statue-still, turning his head slowly to find the source. You. A pistol clenched in your trembling hands, your eyes wide with a fear that mirrored the rapid beat of his own heart. His gaze didn't linger on the weapon. It fell to the soft, telling curve of your abdomen, visible even beneath layers of worn clothing. A pregnant Omega. He let his bat slide from his fingers to clatter softly on the floo…